Jiang Yanchuan is correcting Memorials.
Although the ministers were allowed to rest for three days, it did not mean that he could also relax and rest completely.
Just halfway through the review, the little guy who said he wanted to go out to play ran in angrily. He didn't even bother to lift his skirt, stumbled to his side, and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
He remained silent and looked aggrieved.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yanchuan put down Cinnabar Brush, bent down to pick up the little one, and teased her, "Who made our Great Rui most favored Little Princess angry?"
He knew the purpose of the little one's trip out of the palace, and he could more or less guess the reason for her reaction, but he wisely chose to "preserve himself wisely".
Jiang Yingcheng buried his head in the arms of her beauty Imperial Father and said "Hmm--" in a muffled voice.
In my mind, I couldn't help but recall the scene that was so exciting just now.
She knew that she couldn't really blame the Uncles for this incident, but she was still very upset when the "Gold Mountain Silver Mountain" she had at hand just flew away!
[The money is gone!!]
[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Jiang Yanchuan's movements were suspiciously stagnant for a moment. After a while, he slowly stretched out his hand and patted her on the back.
Changing the subject. "Have all the gifts been given out?"
Jiang Yingcheng still didn't raise his head, just kept the posture of "burying his head", protracted his tone, and said aggrievedly, "Send it out--"
Although she had her own plans for leaving the palace today, she did not forget to take along the gifts she had brought for Uncle Aunties along with her on the trip.
Thinking of Uncle's surprised expressions when they received the gifts, Jiang Yingcheng's mood finally became a little lighter.
At the same time, he made great ambitions: [Waiting, waiting for Chengcheng to come back from Beiming, I will also bring back many, many gifts!!]
Jiang Yanchuan:"..."
With a heavy heart, the handover was completed silently at this moment, and Jiang Yanchuan sighed deeply in his heart.
The march was imminent, and he had to think of a way as soon as possible to make the little guy give up that dangerous idea.
"Imperial Father What are you busy with?" The sound of milk purring suddenly sounded.
Jiang Yanchuan's thoughts were interrupted by this soft and waxy voice. He lowered his head and saw that the little guy raised his head at some point and was looking at Memorials on the case.
His eyes slowly shifted to the unfinished pile of Memorials, and a plan suddenly came to mind.
Jiang Yanchuan simply made a small space on Writing Desk and put the little guy on it.
"After traveling for several months, there will always be some important things piling up in the court." He rubbed the bridge of his nose twice as if tired, and then stretched out his hand to lightly punch his shoulders twice.
The first step of the plan is to sell miserably.
Jiang Yingcheng I have never seen such a fragile beauty Imperial Father. I was shocked by this overly exaggerated acting on the spot and gasped softly in distress.
She put her hands on the table and anxiously tried to get up. "Chengcheng give Imperial Father a squeeze!"
"No," Jiang Yanchuan raised his hand to stop the little guy, "Imperial Father hasn't seen Chengcheng for half a day. As long as Chengcheng is here and Imperial Father can watch it at any time, Imperial Father will have endless energy to spend."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pinched Jiang Yingcheng's little face gently, smiled brightly, and devoted himself to government affairs in a fragile yet tenacious manner.
The aura around her body was filled with the three characters "beautiful, strong and miserable".
"Then, Imperial Father, hurry up so we can go back and rest!"
Jiang Yanchuan made a low "hmm" sound.
Normally, Jiang Yingcheng would have to label such a performance as "tea in tea", but now this person has been replaced by her beauty Imperial Father, and she feels distressed no matter how she looks at it.
Jiang Yingcheng's mischievous eyes moved around, and he quickly settled on the stack of Memorials.
[System Bro System Bro, you said... in this stack of Memorials, there must be those who moan for no reason...]
She had read a lot of unofficial histories, which said that officials in some places could write hundreds of words praising the emperor, and they would write such a letter every month.
"Imperial Father, Chengcheng has recently learned a lot of new words from Brother Yuan," Jiang Yingcheng's voice had no confidence, and his ten fingers were twisted together, "Chengcheng should also help Imperial Father read Memorials, right?"
Jiang Yanchuan looked up in confusion. After a moment, he smiled indulgently, "Chengcheng Just don't throw it away after reading it."
The second step in the plan - guide her attention correctly.
Jiang Yingcheng happily agreed.
[System Bro System Bro, working!]
She casually picked up the memorial on the top, placed it squarely in front of her eyes, lowered her head, and said seriously -
[Huh?]
Prince of Nanyang's wild and uninhibited handwriting is spread out in this small book Memorials. Every line of the words expresses his apology for Jiang Lifeng's conflict with the Holy Master, and at the end he carefully asks Your Majesty to persuade his incompetent second son to go home as soon as possible.
[You want brother Lifeng to go back and get beaten?!]
Jiang Yingcheng glanced at her beauty Imperial Father carefully and saw that he was concentrating on writing quickly. After that, he tentatively grabbed the brush specially prepared for her, turned his back, secretly wrote the word "no" at the end of Memorials, and quietly put it into the pile of Memorials that had been reviewed.
Then, he turned around and observed with bated breath for a long time.
After seeing that her beauty Imperial Father didn't notice any movement here, she breathed a long sigh of relief.
[Hey~]
[Chengcheng has done something good and good today!]
Lifeng's brother was inevitably beaten severely when he returned home. How could she not save someone's life?!
Jiang Yanchuan:"..."
Jiang Yingcheng reached out and grabbed the second book happily.
[Hmm... Madam is giving birth, want to share the joy with Imperial Father?]
[Oh, the child is not his, why are you so happy--]
Thinking like this, she raised her hand and drew a small grass on it: [Chengcheng can only remind you to get here~]
Jiang Yanchuan flipped through Memorials for a moment, and suddenly wanted to see who the owner of that Memorials was.
Jiang Yingcheng, however, sneakily repeated the same trick and stuffed the Memorials letter into the Memorials that had been reviewed.
Looking back--
[call--]
[It works!!]
Her Imperial Father looks so handsome when she works hard!
What's even more handsome is that when he is busy, he doesn't notice her at all!!
Jiang Yingcheng happily stretched out his hand to the next book Memorials--
[Requesting to enter Beijing?]
[Do you want to cry about poverty in front of your face?! No, no, no!!]
She drew a big "X" on it.
Next book--
[A hen laying ten eggs in a row is considered auspicious. Want to give it to Imperial Father to bring joy?]
Jiang Yingcheng pouted: [What kind of joy is this? The hen obviously only laid two eggs, and the rest are all your tricks in secret... No, no, no!!]
She raised her hand and made another huge "cross".
[Push it in, stuff it in!]
[Stuff this one too!!]
[Throw in all the useless stuff!!!]
Jiang Yanchuan:"..."
He had never known before that pretending to be stupid was also a technical job.
She successfully stuffed several copies of Memorials without being noticed by her beauty Imperial Father. Jiang Yingcheng had already swelled to the point of exploding--
[Give Chengcheng another hundred copies!]
Then--
[Eh?!]
Jiang Yingcheng opened another book Memorials. As soon as he opened it, the huge words "Beiming" came into view.
She raised her head blankly and looked at her beauty Imperial Father.
[Speaking of war?]
Jiang Yanchuan felt relieved and finally looked up. "What's wrong?"
On the steps it takes to be open and honest with your little one--
Now is the final step.
Put it squarely in front of the little guy.